8 Shishio minamoto v/s Haruka Ito

"Hey Haruka, I'm willing to have a sword fight with you," the voice said, surprising Haruka.

She turned around to see Shishio Minamoto, the son of her master, standing there with a smirk on his face.

Haruka was dumbstruck. She had never expected Shishio to challenge her to a sword fight, and she wasn't sure how to respond.

"I don't know how you know my brother," she said, finally finding her voice. "Whoever you may be, I'm not willing to fight with you. And more importantly, I don't want to waste my time on you."

Shishio started laughing hard. "Wow, you're filled with arrogance," he said, clapping his hands. "Well, that doesn't matter because you're the same as your brother... weak and cowardly. You know what the first thing I hate the most is? Your brother. And so I hate you too."

Anger took the best of Haruka, and before she could lose control, Yasumi came forward and said, "Enough, brother. You cannot use such words for Sister Haruka. She is my mentor, and she is not weak. She is so strong that she never lets herself be weak, even at her hardest times. You should not use such words for someone like her."

Shishio turned to Yasumi. "Yasumi, you're my cousin, yet you're still on her side. Why?"

"Brother, whatever I said is true," Yasumi replied. "I'm not on anyone's side. I'm just supporting the truth. And the truth is that Sister Haruka is not weak or cowardly. She is very strong."

Shishio looked back at Haruka. "If she is that strong, then why is she backing away from the fight? Why is she scared of facing me? This symbolizes how cowardly she is..."

Haruka couldn't control herself anymore. "Enough, Shishio Minamoto," she said, her voice trembling with anger. "I was respecting you because you were the master's son, but now I have no respect for you. And yes, if you want a fight with me, then I am ready. At first, I didn't want to fight with you, but now I will show you who the coward is."

The environment was calm, so calm that one could even hear the movement of the wind. Then they took their positions and attentively started drawing their swords from the sheath, and the fight began.

Shishio attacked first at Haruka. Haruka defended herself, and the fight continued for a long time. Both were attacking and defending each other continuously. Their clashing of swords woke up Yasumi in fear. He was so terrified.

At one point, both stopped and stood up for a while. Shishio said to Haruka, "Strong always wins and weak always loses, and so I'm strong enough to defeat you today."

Haruka said, "Let's see who wins," and the clashing of swords started again. At one point, Haruka attacked Shishio, but he flew above the sword and jumped off from there. Then, when Shishio attacked Haruka, she jumped off sideways. This continued.

At one point, both started running towards each other and again attacked towards each other. Finally, at the end of the match, Shish

Shishio's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he took a step back, admiring his handiwork. Haruka, on the other hand, was struggling to keep her balance, her hand shaking as she clutched the hilt of her broken sword. She gritted her teeth, refusing to give in to the pain.

"You see, Haruka," Shishio said, his voice oozing with superiority, "this is why I hate your brother so much. He's weak, just like you. Always giving up when things get tough."

Haruka's eyes narrowed. She knew that Shishio was trying to rile her up, but she refused to let him get to her.

"You're wrong, Shishio," she said, her voice steady. "My brother is not weak. And neither am I. We just choose our battles carefully."

Shishio chuckled. "Ah, the classic excuse of the coward. But it doesn't matter. Today, I will prove to you that strength always wins."

Haruka took a deep breath and readied herself for the next attack. She knew that this was it - the final showdown. There was no turning back now.

Shishio lunged forward, his sword flashing in the sunlight. Haruka raised her broken sword to defend herself, but it shattered upon impact. She stumbled backwards, narrowly avoiding Shishio's follow-up strike.

The crowd gasped in shock as they watched the scene unfold. Some of them had never seen a sword fight like this before - so intense and brutal.

But Haruka refused to give up. She drew her other sword from her waist and attacked Shishio with renewed vigor. Their swords clashed together, creating a symphony of metal on metal.

Yasumi watched in horror as the fight dragged on. He knew that his cousin was skilled, but he had never seen him fight with such ferocity. It was as if he was possessed by some kind of demon.

But Haruka was not afraid. She had faced tough opponents before, and she knew how to hold her own. She dodged Shishio's attacks with ease, moving like a bird in flight.

And then, in a split second, everything changed. Shishio made a fatal mistake, leaving his arm exposed. Haruka seized the opportunity and struck his arm with her sheath, causing him to drop his sword.

Before he could react, she had the tip of her sword pressed against his throat. The crowd fell silent, waiting for the final blow.

Shishio stared at Haruka with a mixture of fear and admiration. He knew that he had been defeated fair and square.

"Well done, Haruka," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You truly are a worthy opponent."

Haruka nodded, but her eyes were filled with sadness. She had won, but at what cost? She knew that this victory would come with a heavy price - the loss of her brother's respect.

As she turned to leave the arena, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Yasumi.

"Haruka," he said, his voice soft, "don't worry about my brother. He's just a sore loser. You did nothing wrong."

Haruka smiled, grateful for Yasumi's support. She knew that he was right. She had fought with honor, and that was all that mattered.